a red letter day

go to work and take your calls

hang the fruits of your labour on the walls

such precision and care

what does it matter if there's no one here to share

the flowers in the garden

the wine

the waiting for godot and so much modern time?

all i want is what you want

i'm always waiting for a red letter day

the years perfecting a stance

of measured cool fade into insignificance

the moment one starts to understand

what on earth does it profit a man?

all i want is what you want

i'm always waiting for a red letter day

for something special

somehow new

someone saying i love you"